a dream...

I am  

in a brightly 

lit chamber

surrounded by 

a tyranny of doors

which I must 

in a frenzy 

maintain

their substance 

is flimsy

and their locks 

don’t work

yet still

I check them

unceasingly

in a fever

while just 

outside

of my walls

and windows

the veil

of cool night 

is descending

with grace

and lightly

fragrant

moon flowers 

are opening 

unafraid

into darkness…

lucy meskill

photo credit: judith meskill

centrifugal brew...

forward-swings only

up and over the top

all of the back-swings

got used up early 

purchased cheaply 

in our tender fleeting youth,

advancing momentum 

is all that is on offer now

with its bracing

wind in the face

blood to the brain

scalp-tingling logic,

and those quiet foot in sand

pebble and dust kicking moments

so few and far between now spill

like tender little ice-cubes

a'tumbling and a'swirling

before melting too quickly 

into hot and deeply scented tea…

lucy meskill

interstice...

everything waits

all at once

everything goes

all at once

the page stands

a bowed tidal wave 

in the middle of a turn

knowledge spilling

down both sides

words get stuck

under our skin

sand is impossible

to get out of shoes

we surrender

or not

and fully open

as bees fly in

and out...

lucy meskill

photo credit: judith meskill